We are a rare breed, some say a dying one

Old souls filled with self pity and sympathy

And desire to give and give like a supernova sun

Our hearts are super-glued rubik’s cubes


They like us ‘cause we love with few conditions

We want, but don’t require her love not even touch

Our minds wander and we live for her potential kiss

A certain unrequited love we hide from ourselves


And we are poached close to extinction

Like Dodos, not dumb, perhaps naïve

Ready to want but willing to die

Empty handed empathy and smiles


It what we live for—a rare breed indeed

And its what we die for til we are no more